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It's a beautiful night outside.
Everywhere, monsters are having fun.
Expect one.
This room feels so empty now.
He has never noticed how... big was this house, before.
How quiet.
This night, no fluffy bunny tales.
This night there's no goodnight.
“They are gonna have a bad time.”
For now, he is the only one who is having a bad time.
A lullaby of blue lights fills Papyrus' room.
(Those lights, they look like small bunnies.)
But the room is still empty.
(Innocent bunnies)
How much you need to be cruel to kill innocents?
Is there a scale for cruelty?
A reason?
A meaning?
No jokes tonight.
Sans turns off the light.
It's still blue.